#spideypoolfanfic

My prompts were 50 and 53; Secret Identities- Wade finds Peter on a roof and panics. It looks like that kid is about to jump.

Peter is waiting for Deadpool to confess who he is. He’s so deeply in love that it both hurts and annoys him. He wants to come clean. So why does Deadpool freak out when he sees him?

If Peter actually has the guts to reveal his identity- he isn’t sure.

#2

After a big fight in NYC, Spider-Man swings away and hides himself in a treehouse in a small garden. Ellie finds spider-Man crying his heart and soul out in her fortress.

But seriously, he’s just one spider and has worries too!

Januarys in the Bronx were some of Peter’s least favorite parts of the year. It was common knowledge that winters weren’t completely erratic in New York, though they couldn’t be described as tame either. They resided in a gray-area between, in which snow could unpredictably monopolize city blocks on any given day, yet a few layers of clothing would typically suffice for warmth when navigating the city. Still, the chill had a vicious bite to it, and it wasn’t wise to wander the streets longer than needed.

Especially not when suspended 44 feet above the street, clad only in a hasty assemblage of light winter clothes.

Yet, that’s what Peter was currently dressed in; a beanie thrown over his curly hair that would normally be standing every which way it pleased, a light hoodie that had been crumpled underneath textbooks in his backpack for hours, and a pair of worn-out jeans that had seen better days. It was a poor excuse for an outfit considering the length of time Peter had been standing on the roof of this building, and by all means of the word he was completely frozen. Still, the nip of the night wasn’t the most pressing issue on his mind at the moment.

Peter’s eyes searched the darkened alley below his feet for any sign that he should abandon his current plans and instead send himself flying back towards his meager Queens apartment twenty minutes away. An hour of of looking for a reason to leave had proven no such luck, and the 22 year old was stuck waiting to freeze to death, or for his guest of the hour to show up. Whichever happened first. He hoped he would freeze to death sooner, to save himself the horrible embarrassment he was about to go through, but his radioactive blood and slow- but present-healing factor assured that wouldn’t be happening. Instead, he was running through dialogues and scenarios in his head, hoping one would sound the most promising and he could stick with it.

“Hey, dude, it’s me!” The corner of Peter’s lips drew up in a theatrical style, and he beamed off into the empty night as if he was conversing with someone else standing right in front of him. “I know this isn’t really what you expected, but I hope that… that you… that... stupid. This is stupid. I’m stupid.” Peter’s shoulders sagged once again, and he toed a pebble until it tumbled off the ledge he was pacing on, clattering onto the fire escape below. This is a stupid plan.

The very affordable apartment building below him was quiet, and the particular apartment he had been staking out was empty. Wade wasn’t inside, likely off on one of his ethically-questionable jobs, but he would probably be back soon. He and Peter always met up sometime between 1 and 3 AM when their schedules allowed, and it was Sunday, which meant Wade was gonna come back toting fast food for the two to munch on. He was expecting Spider-Man, which would certainly put a damper on their late-night snacking, but hopefully things would go smoother than Peter feared they would go. After all, Peter was finally going to reveal his face to Wade.

It wasn’t a hasty decision. Really, Peter had been considering taking this step for years. The two had been acquaintances for 6 years, meeting just a year after the Spider had gained his super powers and taken on his hero persona. It was a terrible first meeting, and their encounters afterwards had been even more so. Somehow, between the nights of Wade annoying Peter for hours on end, accidental team ups that led to purposeful team ups, and laughter once the mercenary had learned exactly how to prod at Peter’s similarly immature sense of humor, they had become friends, and had grown close over the last 4 years. And of that time, Peter had been completely and pathetically in love with Wade for 2 years.

Wade didn’t know, of course. The only person that did was Mary Jane, after Peter ranted about his frustration with the stagnant nature of their relationship during a drunk stupor. But she was the only person Peter had told. Confessing his feelings to Wade was out of the question.  He had grown comfortable with the weird relationship that had formed between them over the time they’d spent together. They spent nearly all of their free time together, whether it was fighting on patrol or Peter accompanying Wade on missions to hold him to the ‘no-killing’ promise the ex-mercenary had made. Once patrols were done, they typically retired to a roof top to spend the night munching on late-night fast food, or to Wade’s apartment to play games and deal with open wounds that needed stitching. Wade never pushed to see Peter’s face or know his name, even if Wade hadn’t been very secretive with his own identity. But Peter knew that, no matter how close Spider-Man and Deadpool grew as friends, their relationship would never grow intimate unless Wade got to know the man behind the mask first. .

So there Peter was, anxiety bubbling hot on the surface of his skin, as he wrung his hands and tried to plan how exactly he would come out and admit he was Spider-Man.

Maybe he could do a flip iconic to Spider-Man and let Wade make his own inferences? Wade seemed to be the type to enjoy dramatic stunts. Or maybe he could introduce himself in a method similar to Tony Stark. Peter Parker: Awkward, Intelligent, Poor College Student, and Spider-Man. No, that was lamer than any of his other plans. This would be easier if he had just worn his suit and ripped off his mask, but he knew that if he had, he would have lost his nerve upon seeing him and never gone through with the reveal. He stepped up onto the ledge of the roof and looked down into the dark with a frown. His backpack containing his suit was webbed to the wall feet under him. Maybe he could just open the bag and show Wade what was inside…?

Peter didn’t have much time to decide, as a soft rattle against the brick wall opposite of him drew his attention. Leather boots were scuffling up the rungs of the ladder leading up, and Peter had to make up his mind quick. He closed his eyes and balanced on the ledge under his feet, steadying his frayed nerves. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Wade was understanding. Wade was kind. But maybe he didn’t want to know Peter’s identity? Maybe he never pushed so he wouldn’t be disappointed by the face under the mask? God, what if Wade turned and walked completely out of his life once he realized Spider-Man was a puny science nerd? The possibilities were firing off in his head, growing more intense every inch Wade grew closer. Maybe he should just jump down into the alley and take off running, and abandon this idea that somehow this would lead to something more between them. Peter didn’t even know if Wade returned his feelings.

“Don’t do it.”

Wade was a few feet behind Peter, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. His voice was lower than Peter remembered, and a bit more serious. It jarred Peter enough that he turned back to look at him, still perched on the raised borders of the roof. There he stood in his red-and-black glory, his body language tenser than normal. Peter’s mouth was too dry to talk now, panic radiating through his body in waves. He hadn’t come up with a proper plan for this conversation, and he suddenly didn’t know how to start it. His lips parted to say Wade’s name, confused by the aggressive demeanor, but the syllables died on his tongue.

Wade took a few steps that seemed almost hesitant towards Peter, reaching out a large gloved hand in his direction. Did he already know? He sure was acting weird, especially considering everything Wade did was weird. Instinctively Peter reeled back, one foot skidding against the concrete as he inched closer to the edge, the cold winter wind now flowing up through his hair.

“Uh…” Peter replied intelligently, eyes darting anywhere but that intimidating mask staring directly at him.

“Come down from there.” Wade’s hand was a few inches in front of Peter now, close enough he could comfortably reach out and grab it if he wished. And boy did he want to, but he was much too nervous and befuddled to take such a brash action. Peter was sure there was no way Wade didn’t know at this point. Why would he be acting so casual? “Trust me, things can’t be that bad. I’ve been through shit, too. But you don’t want to become another statistic.”

“What?” Now Peter was definitely lost.

“Come on.” Wade prompted again, sticking his hand so close it nearly bumped into Peter’s chest. “Not tonight. Just get down from the ledge.”

Confusion clearly etched across his expression, Peter stepped around Wade’s hand and made the jump to land on the roof. There was an audible breath of relief from behind Wade’s mask when his feet connected with the gravel. His body language seemed to loosen up, and he plopped down to sit on the ledge where Peter’s feet just were. “What’s your name?”

“P-Peter?”

“Peter.” Wade repeated back, as if he somehow could have heard the wrong thing. “That’s kinda nerdy.”

“Nerdy?” Peter said defensively, embarrassment flushing red over his frozen cheeks, darkening them further.

“Yep. I think the last Peter I met was like 50 years old.” Wade continued on, humor splaying out in every word, though Peter wasn’t laughing. “That’s like a lock-you-in-the-gym-closet kind of a name.”

“Uh-Huh. Did you just come here to make fun of my name?” Normally, Peter wouldn’t mind the teasing that Wade often times didn’t mean. But tonight, when his anxiety was so high and he had absolutely no idea what was going on, he wasn’t in the mood to get made fun of.

“No, no, of course not.” Wade was standing, now inches taller than Peter, and he took a few calm steps in his direction. “Look, I’m just a Deadpool. I know I’m not Dr. Phil. But I couldn’t just let you make some bad decision and let the world lose one more hot piece of ass.” Wade paused, groaning as if he was being scolded by himself, before he continued. “Yeah, fuck, sorry, bad timing. Anyways, I live in the area and saw you standing on the ledge, and I thought I could maybe talk you down. Dying hurts, in case you were wondering. It’s not worth it.”

Dying...hurts? Talk him down? Bad decision?

Oh.

Oh.

“ Oh.”  Everything suddenly connected and the gears started turning in Peter’s brain, followed by a bubbling panic rising up from the pits of his stomach. “No, wait, I wasn’t…” He didn’t quite know how to explain he wasn’t there to do that without completely explaining why he was up there in the first place. Any resolve he may have had earlier about revealing his superpowered persona had melted away, his plans going awry within seconds.

“Hey, I’m not judging you.” Wade insisted, taking another step closer to Peter, almost testingly, to see if he would run away. He didn’t even budge. “You’re, what, 21? In college? Living in New York? This shitty city is expensive, and paying for it all can get really overwhelming. Something happen? Parents divorce? Girlfriend left you? She’s pregnant and left you for another guy? Killing yourself seems like the only option to get back at her?”

Peter gave a weak shake of his head, finding his throat suddenly desert dry. He didn’t have time to come up with an excuse. He felt like he was barely bobbing above water. “No I…” What was he doing? “I just have...a big decision to make. You know?”

Wade gave a sympathetic nod, and moved his hand to start rubbing comforting circles into Peter’s shoulder. He could feel the steady hammer of his heart against his chest, the beat picking up nervously with Wade this close to him, staring at him. Not the mask, not Spider-Man, but Peter Parker. “Can I take you to a hospital?” He asked in a softer voice, which didn’t seem entirely possible for Wade to do. “Like I said, I’m not a therapist, but they can help you way better than the voices in my head can.”

“Hospit...Oh, no no no.” Peter held up his hands in a surrender and backed away from Wade’s grasp once more, the spot on his shoulder feeling much colder without his hand there. “No, I’m feeling a lot better. I swear. I can go home alone.”

“Do you live with anyone? Parents? Roommates?” Wade continued to press the subject, and Peter took another step back with each word, feeling smothered.

“I live with my Aunt.” Peter admitted, unsure why he was having the sudden spurt of bravery to say that even if he couldn’t tell the truth about what he’d originally come here to say. “But she’s out of the country. I’ll be okay.”

“Sorry, but I think I would kick my own ass if I let you leave alone and you put a bullet in your mouth.” Wade pulled his phone out of some pocket tucked who-knows-where on his suit, starting to type away the best he could through thick leather gloves. “Plus, I’ve gotten really into that astrological sign reading shit, and my horoscope said that today I was supposed to take action when I see things going bad. So I’m gonna take that to mean I’m your guardian angel.”

“Guardian angel?” Peter quirked an eyebrow, trying to keep the conversation from delving into an uncomfortable seriousness.

“Mhm. So my first act of Guardian Angel Goodness is to make sure you get home safe.” Wade raised the cell to his ear, the sight almost comical next to his animated mask. “Luckily, I’ve got the cutest cabbie in all of New York on speed dial. You’ll love him.”

Okay, so Peter had definitely been ready to lay it all out on the line for Wade a few minutes ago, but now everything felt like it was moving too fast. He planned to show Wade where he lived in a few weeks or months, not within minutes. But somehow, he didn’t think he’d take no for an answer right now, so Peter decided he’d have to play along. Just for now, until he found a good moment to interject and tell Wade the truth. His floundering confidence was making that difficult, however.

While Peter was lost in his thoughts, Wade had finished his conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line, and had gathered himself enough that he was tugging on Peter’s arm. “Ready?”

“Uhhh….” Peter’s eyes trailed up to Wade’s mask, his nerves firing off as the skin he touched seemed hotter than normal. “I’ll meet you down there.”

“Please don’t tell me I already fucked this up and you’re ready to take a nose-dive into the alley.” Wade groaned, his hand squeezing just a little tighter on Peter’s arm, making a shiver run up his spine.

“No, I just need to think for a second.” Wade didn’t respond, and Peter could practically see him thinking the worst. “I won’t jump. I promise, dude.”

“Okaaaaay.” Wade headed towards the fire escape from where he had first come, stooping to grab the bag of food on his way. “Just know I live around this shit hole, and your body won’t get cleaned up for like a week. I don’t really wanna smell rotten flesh around here every day.”

“Has anyone ever told you how sensitive you are?” Peter murmured.

Wade’s laugh that followed made Peter’s heart leap in his chest, but he kept a cool face. “It’s a special talent of mine.” He teased, before he slid down the ladder and disappeared in the dark.

Alone, Peter slipped to his knees, palming the darkened side of the building until his fingers brushed against the canvas of his backpack. He ripped it free of the webs, double checked that his suit was still inside, and slung it over his back. Before he headed down, however, he had to focus on pacifying his erratic heartbeat.

Disappointment was evident in his mind, in both himself, and the way the situation had played out. He’d been picturing and planning for this moment- albeit not well - for close to a year. He may have lost his resolve within seconds of seeing Wade, but there was no way he was going to let himself keep this up.

Peter had very strong feelings for Wade, beyond a stupid puppy crush, and he hoped the other maybe felt the same. He knew he had to take this step, whether it went as smoothly as he dreamed out or not, and there was no use in pretending any longer if he wanted to have a chance of progressing their relationship. .

When Peter got to the bottom rung of the ladder, however, and saw Wade holding the door to the cab open for him like the most unconventional disney prince ever, he decided it would be better to do it in a more private area, so he gave the driver his address and climbed onto the torn up upholstery.

…..

Wade, who lived in an absolute wreck of a safehouse, was unfairly unimpressed with Peter’s apartment.

It was messy, sure, but it wasn’t horrible. The dishes were only sort of piled up in the sink, and his dirty laundry was sitting in a heap in front of the TV, but with Aunt May gone Peter had had more time and freedom to be Spider-Man, and chores were the last obligation on his mind.

Not knowing this, of course, Wade made a disgusted noise as soon as they opened the door on the third story.

“What?” Peter asked self consciously, toeing off his shoes in the doorway as to not track in mud. At least he had one thing going for him. Wade didn’t seem the share the same sentiment, and he trudged right in in his dust-caked boots.

“No wonder you’re depressed. You live only slightly better than me.” Wade snorted, his mask turning every which way as he took in the plain furnishings of the living room. His thumb jut out towards the half-opened bedroom door. “This is your bedroom?”

“Yeaaah.” Peter trailed his gaze, trying to recall if he left anything incriminating on his floor. However, he definitely didn’t want images of Wade in his bedroom stuck in his head at night, so he didn’t invite him in.

Wade studied his face and walked over to Peter, gently pushing him until he fell back on his couch. “Sleeping in beds is overrated anyways. Besides, you can watch TV until I get this food reheated.” He glanced back at the screen and kicked the clothes out of the way, giving Peter a full view of it. “Blanket closet?”

“Next to the kitchen.” Peter frowned, shifting uncomfortably at the favors. “I-It’s really okay, you already helped me get home and-”

“Sssh. Just watch your show, Petey.” Wade said obnoxiously as he drug a fluffy comforter from the closet and dumped it on top of Peter’s lap. “Your microwave isn’t a disaster, too, is it?”

“Shut up. It’s fine.” Peter groaned and sunk into the comforter up to his chin. Being babied was really humiliating, but he was still working on a good time to interject his confession in a way that didn’t seem too forced.

There was a beeping indicating Wade was fiddling with his appliances in the kitchen, and Peter took the chance to close his eyes. “I’m Spider-Man.” He whispered to himself, his voice shakier and quieter with each syllable. “Surprise.”

“Hope you like Chinese.” Wade returned soon after with the bag of food, dropping the sides and silverware at Peter’s side before he handed him the foam take-out container. Peter gingerly accepted it, guilt pulling at his stomach. “I had a hot date tonight, but he didn’t show up. So you get to eat it instead.”

“I don’t wanna take y-”

“Eat it.” Wade crooned in a cartoony voice, and reached into his back pocket. He produced his phone again, tossing it at Peter, which he smoothly caught. “And give me your number.”

“Why?” Peter asked, nervous fingertips lingering over the touch screen.

“Because I’m trying to make a change in my life. I’m not the same man I was a year ago.” Wade paused, sinking down to sit on the coffee table across from Peter as it creaked under his weight. “Okay, maybe I am, but I wanna be more of a hero. And the only way I can do that is by saving people like Spider-Man would do. So I need your number, to make sure you text me at least once a day so I know you’re still alive.”

The mention of ‘Spider-Man’ had Peter’s fingers twitching again around the cracked phone case, but he couldn’t find the right way to voice his truth, so he stayed quiet instead. Hey, funny thing, that’s saving people like I would do.

“Type it.” Wade whispered in a dorky voice, pulling Peter back to the present moment. His hands moved on his own, and suddenly his actual number appeared on the phone log. There was another entry on the phone, under the name Spidey-Cakes with an eggplant emoji following. That was his burner number, luckily, with that cheap flip phone shoved somewhere in his room. Still, Wade being able to contact Peter at all hours of the day now was making him nervous. He would never catch a break.

Wade snatched the phone back with excitement after he verified Peter had, indeed, typed an actual phone number, and he plugged it into his contacts under some name Peter wasn’t aware of. He then shoved the smartphone back into his pocket, and placed one heavy hand on top of Peter’s shaking shoulder.

“I’m gonna leave because I know I’m worse company than Alec Baldwin and Adam Sandler combined, but don’t do anything drastic, okay?” Wade’s mask never changed, lifeless as always, but Peter could hear the warm smile in his voice. His heart rate picked up, the close proximity between them making his chest ache, but the fact that he hadn’t accomplished what he’d even stayed out to do was still weighing heavily in the air. He couldn’t leave off on this! He wasn’t a depressed teenager that needed babysitting. He was Spider-Man. He was Wade’s best friend. He was in love with him.

Before he knew it the mercenary was at the door, fiddling with the deadbolt to figure out how to lock it on his way out. Peter jumped, pushing the Chinese food and the blanket aside, shooting up to the flats of his feet with his eyes wide. “Deadpool.” He tried to sound firm, but his voice came out smaller than he had intended.

The mercenary looked up, finally managing to flip the deadbolt to lock so he could slam it shut behind him. “Yes, sweet pea?”

Peter’s jaw tightened, and he stood there blankly like an idiot for a solid 30 seconds. “I’m…” The words were caught in his lungs, feeling so incredibly foreign and heavy that he couldn’t get them out. He hadn’t told anyone, not even Aunt May, and Mary Jane had found out on her own. He didn’t exactly have practice with this.

“You’re…?”

Drawn back to reality as he realized he had been silent, Peter swallowed back his confession and slowly sunk back to the couch. “Thanks. For everything.” He murmured, dragging guilty eyes down to his hands.

Wade paused, then slowly crept out the door with a hop to his step. “No problem, baby boy. Stay safe. And make sure to text me tomorrow!”

The door closed hard behind Wade as he slammed it shut in an attempt to get the deadbolt to stay locked, and the silence settled over Peter like a heavy blanket. Suddenly he was alone, albeit with warm food at his side and comfortably tucked into the couch cushions. Wade was right; the idea of passing out in the living room instead of his bedroom seemed a little more enticing with every moment.

He drug the food Wade had brought him onto his lap and flipped on a cartoon. He was feeling a little tired, anyways, so patrol could wait an hour or two. The Chinese smelled amazing compared to the toaster waffles he’d been downing for days, and sleepiness hung over his eyelids.

Wade had been so incredibly sweet, Peter wasn’t sure what to do with the memory of it. Mixed emotions were plaguing his gut, but above all, it had reminded him of how intensely he had feelings for the man, and how badly he wanted to have a connection with him.

Tomorrow, he decided, he would find a way to tell him the truth.

                                                         Justice

Everyday, bad people who do terrible things, get away scott free.

Everyday, someone innocent is failed by a flawed system that allows that person who victimized them walk out and about in broad daylight.

“Why is it me, Petey?”

“Why wouldn’t it be you?”

“There are so many others out there who could do so much more for you.”

“I don’t want more. I want you. What’s going on, why are you-”

“But why?! Why are you settling for me?! Why do you want to be stuck with something like-”

“Hey!”

Gentle, but calloused hands gently caressed brutally scarred cheeks.

“I’m not settling for anything. I’m with you because I want to be with you. You, Wade. Not anybody else.”

Arms that made raw sausage look appetizing wrapped loosely around a smaller man’s slim waist.

“Look at me Petey...you don’t want me.”

“And since when did you start telling me what I do and don’t want?”

Everyday, men, women, and children in horrifying situations beg for salvation.

Some, have stopped even doing that much, totally without hope that they’ll ever be free of that situation.

“But...Petey look at you! You could have anyone you wanted. Anyone at all!”

“Wade Wilson do not make me repeat myself! I won’t sit here and listen to you beat yourself up like this! You’re beautiful, Wade. You’re funny, and creative, and-”

“-And a nutcase! A crazy freak who has the blood of thousands on his hands! Can you really tell me that you want to be with someone like that? That you feel safe with someone like that?”

“You aren’t that person anymore Wade. Please calm-”

Wade ripped himself out of Peter’s arms and climbed out of bed, pacing in front of it instead.

“You know something? I’m not even fucking sorry about it! I don’t feel a smidge of guilt over the bastards I killed!”

Everyday, someone powerful takes away from the powerless.

Everyday, someone pays for a mistake that isn’t even theirs.

“Wade-”

“They deserved it! Every single fucking one! You know who they were? Do you know who I killed?! Rapists! Murderers! Sex Traffickers, Drug Lords, Child Molesters, and Abusers! They got what was coming for them because I stepped up! I did what nobody else wanted to do and made them pay! I did the right thing!”

Peter stood up and hugged his boyfriend tightly, nuzzling his chest. Wade’s body trembled in the smaller man’s strong arms.

They stayed like that a little while. After a couple minutes, Wade laid his bald head down on top of Peter’s as his arms wrapped back around him. The larger man’s shoulders shook. Peter felt little droplets of salt water touch his scalp. He didn’t say anything about it, just held Wade tighter.

“They deserved it Petey. I...I made sure they couldn’t ever hurt anybody ever again. I saved people. I did the right thing…”

Wade’s already gravelly voice was much more wobbly than normal as he sniffled and tried to calm himself down enough to talk some more.

“I did the right thing so why...why won’t it stop? I can still see them...and hear them. All the time every day! It isn’t fair! They were hurting people I-I shouldn’t care...I stopped caring forever ago. Why the fuck are they coming back now?”

Everyday, all over the world, someone is hurting.

Everyday, all over the world, someone somewhere is suffering.

“Do you still hear the other voices too?”

Wade let out a shaky laugh as he reached up to wipe  his own eyes.

“Hear them? Yellow and White won’t ever shut up, which just makes it worse. They say shitty things all the time on top of the screams and begging. Yellow does say hi though, and that he loves you.”

“Well you tell him that I have nothing nice to say to him unless he starts being nice  to you. That goes double for White.”

Wade chuckled again.

“Baby-boy, I’m trying to wallow in my angsty pain over here. Quit making me laugh.”

Peter smiled up at Wade and pulled him down for a soft kiss.

“Never.”

When the kiss ended they stood where they were and rested their foreheads together, just soaking in each other's company.

“You know if we start a fire, the sprinklers will turn on and it’ll feel like it’s raining. We can be just like those romantic movies you like.”

Peter snorted out a short laugh.

“First of all, I’m almost positive that those sprinklers are too old to actually work. Second, even if they did I refuse to commit arson for the sake of a gimmick. Finally, I believe the one into those corny romances are you.”

“Yeah. Nothing says love like threatening to kill yourself if she doesn’t say yes.”

“The fact that I don’t know if you’re kidding or not scares me.”

“You should be afraid anyway.”

Peter frowned, “No. Not this again. I told you a million times now, I’m not going anywhere. Sure...quite a bit of your actions in the past were bad. I’m not saying they weren’t. Even with the best intentions, killing still isn’t the best way to handle things. But like I said, Big Guy, that isn’t you anymore. You’re learning, growing. Bettering yourself. You even quit killing.”

“Only cause you said that was the only way I’d be allowed to date you. And even then I’m pretty damn sure I’ve killed one or two people since then.”

“The road of recovery isn’t a straight line, Wade. There will be hiccups and fall backs. You aren’t taking contracts anymore, you killed those people while protecting me, which you’ve already been scolded for, and most importantly...you quit for me.You didn’t start back up behind my back or have sex and then leave me to start up again. You stayed. We patrol, you’re doing some really good things on patrol with me. Even Cap is taking notice. You’re improving, Wade, and I’m so proud of you for that.”

“But what about-”

Peter pulled him down for another kiss, wrapping his arms around his shoulders  this time and keeping him close. After a few moments he pulled back and cupped Wade’s face in his hands, looking him right in the eyes.

“I’m. Not. Going. Anywhere. Wade. Wilson. I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care about the mistakes you’ve made. You’re a human and you make mistakes just like the rest of us. The important thing is that you learn from them and you are. I love you. I want you. I choose you. No one else, no matter what anyone says. As long as you want me too, I’m here with you.”

Wade didn’t say anything after that. He just stared into Peter’s beautiful brown eyes, a part of him trying to find any lies hidden in them, but he already knew better. His Peter was so many wonderful things. A hero, a dork, a total nerd, a babe, and so much else...but Peter Parker wasn’t a liar. In truth, he sucked at it.

After a few minutes, Wade shook his head and pulled Peter in for one more kiss and sighed. “What the fuck did I do to deserve you, Baby-boy?”

Everyday, bad people who do terrible things, get away scott free.

Everyday, someone innocent is failed by a flawed system that allows that person who victimized them walk out and about in broad daylight.

Before you, I thought there was only one way to fix this. I thought that my easy answer was the only way that these bastards got what they deserved, but it never seemed like enough. Everytime I eliminated one, three more just like him needed killing.

I know now that there are no easy answers. I’ve tried it my way, and it didn’t seem to be doing a whole hell of a lot in the grander scope of things.

I used to think doing it your way was stupid. I’m still not sure how much I actually believe your way works but...I’ll try it for you. I’ll try things your way. Because if someone as good as you can do it like this...then perhaps it’s at the very least a better way to go about it than the way I was trying to do things.

A/N: This one comes with a bit of a warning since this AU deals with Merc!Spider-Man so there is a violent character death as well as the hinting of a woman being raped and killed off-screen. You have been warned!

                                                       Icarus

Everyday, bad people who do terrible things, get away scott free.

Everyday, someone innocent is failed by a flawed system that allows that person who victimized them walk out and about in broad daylight.

A man sprinted through the darkened streets of New York, hoping to lose his pursuer.

This night wasn’t supposed to be like this. The job wasn’t supposed to go so badly! He and the guys just got a little tipsy and wanted some easy fun! That was all! Just, just guys doing stupid guy things and making mistakes, right?!

She wasn’t supposed to fucking die on them like that! None of them really noticed at first when she stopped moving. They thought she was getting into it! They just wanted to make her stop screaming, the stupid bitch.

Then...then they showed up. One of them sniped Kenny right between the eyes. The other one, quick as lightning, zipped by with a knife and slit Lenny and Ben’s throats.

Terrence had just turned tail and run after that, not bothering to wait up for Josh or Stan. They were surely dead by now and he was next! He was sure of it!  He couldn’t hear the culprits but he could feel them!

Surely they were right on top of him by now. They had to be! Terrence wasn’t stupid enough to think he’d escaped them. As fast as that one was and as on target as the first on had been, they were bound to be close. They were just playing with him.Those sick fucks, that was totally what they were doing, wasn’t it?!

Adrenaline, anger, and perhaps some form of madness brought on by the fear that had taken hold of his mind fully took hold of his actions now. He moved from the sidewalk and sprinted down an alleyway. He then drew out a gun and pointed in the direction he had just come from.

“Alright you motherfuckers! I’m not playing this fucking game with you! Get out where I can fucking see you!”

Everyday, men, women, and children in horrifying situations beg for salvation.

Some, have stopped even doing that much, totally without hope that they’ll ever be free of that situation.

A chuckle echoed through the dark alleyway and seemed to surround terrence.

“Did you hear that, Pool? This guy thinks he’s allowed to make demands.”

A flash of red and black swung above him, but before Terrence could shoot at whatever it was, a bullet went through hand holding the gun.

The man cried out in anguish, and dropped his weapon. He let out a pathetic whimper as he cradled the bleeding limb close.

“You...you shot me...You fucking shot me!”

Terrence fell to his ass and scrambled back, looking all around him wildly. With his back to the wall, he curled into a ball and trembled in place.

“What? That? That’s nothing compared to what you bastards did to that woman,” A new and much more gravelly voice growled in the dark.

Terrence paled and shook his head, “No that...that was an accident! We didn’t-we didn’t mean for her to...she wouldn’t shut up!”

A silvery web stuck to his foot and suddenly Terrence was pulled up by his leg and left dangling upside-down with a frightened cry,

“You actually think that justifies it, don’t you?” The first voice spat in utter disgust. “You truly believe that what you and your buddies did to her was okay, don’t you?”

Everyday, someone powerful takes away from the powerless.

Everyday, someone pays for a mistake that isn’t even theirs.

Spiderman, the hero gone rogue, dropped before him and shot Terrence in his shoulder, “Don’t you, you fucking piece of shit?!

The man cried out in agony as he felt the blood trickle down along his neck and dangling arm. By now his was sobbing in agony and terror.

“No! No, please! I’m sah-I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! Please!”

The black eye’s of  Spiderman’s mask narrowed to a piercing glare and he hissed viciously.

“Damn right you won’t.”

He then lifted his hand to the man’s head and the gun that he kept in the wrist of his suit went off. The bullet took nearly half the man’s head with it, and some blood and flesh and other goop splashed onto Spidey’s suit.

A whistle echoed through the alley and Deadpool jumped down the fire escape he’d been perched on to watch the show. The cheery smile was evident, even from behind his mask as he walked over to stand beside his boyfriend.

“You’re getting better baby-boy! Better and better ever-ugh!”

Deadpool suddenly recoiled away and pointed at Spiderman’s shoulder.

“Uh darling? Sweety? Dearest? You have...you got a little um...just uh...just a bit of-”

Deadpool made snickering sounds from behind his mask and had to look away a few times to keep from hysterical laughter.

Spiderman cocked a brow and looked down at his shoulder to wee a bit of dripping bloody brain matter there. His eyes widened in shock then his face quickly changed to annoyance.

“Again?! Oh come on!”

He flicked it off and did the same to the other little bits of that disgusting human that were still on him.

“Ew, ew, ew! Ugh this is just fucking nasty!”

Wade wrapped an arm around Peter’s shoulder and pulled him close, “Hey, come on baby-boy, it’s just all part of the experience is all! Fishermen have to smell like fish, strippers get glitter in all their nooks and crannies, and we get blood spatter and brain matter! All part of the gig!”

Peter rolled his eyes and groaned, “Why the hell am I with you again?”

“Because I’m incredibly likable, and charming, and funny. I look great in a dress, and have over ten followers on Tumblr?”

Peter laughed and turned to face Wade, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, “Well, I do like me a man who is swimming in Tumblr fame.”

Deadpool slid his hands down to Peter’s waist and slowly slid them to grip his bubbly ass.

“How many followers would I have to say I had in order to get invited to the spider den tonight?”

Peter giggled and leaned in close, murmuring against his lips, “Perhaps More than ten is a good enough number...if you can beat me home.”

He shot a web out and pulled himself out of Deadpool’s arms, blowing a kiss as he swung away.

Deadpool stared after him in wide-eyed shock, jaw on the ground. He quickly snapped out of it and ran after him shouting, “Hey! No fair! You got a head start you asshole!”

And then the alley was silent again. The sound of drops of blood joining the puddle forming on the ground, the body with only half a head and the webbing that proudly held that body up for all the world to see were the only signs that anything had happened at all.

Everyday, all over the world, someone is hurting.

Everyday, all over the world, someone somewhere is suffering.

At around 3:30 in the morning Wade woke up to the sound of sobbing. He turned around in the bed he and Peter shared and pulled his partner in close, hugging his trembling naked body flush against his own.

Peter’s quiet sobbing halted with a momentary gasp before he relaxed against Wade’s warmth. After a moment he turned around and buried his face between the crook Wade’s neck and shoulder. Wade ran his arm soothingly up and down Peter’s back, letting him cry it out. He’d been there before, the least he could do was be there for the one he brought into all this.

“I’m here baby-boy, I’m here. Talk to me. What is it? Are you...were you shaken by the brain thing from before or-?”

Peter viciously shook his head  and pulled back to look up at Wade, “Of course not! I don’t give a damn about that stupid...fucking...shit-for-brains, sleazy fucking...ugh!”

Peter furiously wiped at his eyes and curled in tighter to Wade.

“No I...I don't feel bad about what we did to him it’s just...We didn’t get there in time, Wade. We couldn’t...we couldn’t save her. If we’d passed that way just a bit sooner...gotten our hit taken care of just a little faster o-or even waited until tomorrow to collect the money we might’ve-”

He choked on a sob and Wade hugged him tighter to his scarred chest.

“Shhh, don’t say that, Petey. You can’t think like that.”

“She must have been so...so scared! She had to have died so scared and so fucking alone and all because...because we weren’t fast enough!”

“We weren’t the ones who did that to her, baby-boy. We took care of the creeps that did it. We gottem. Every last one and now none of them are ever going to hurt anyone else ever again.”

He kissed the top of Peter’s head as gently as his rough lips could manage and nuzzled him sweetly.

“You can’t blame yourself Pete, we couldn’t have known. It isn’t your fault.”

But Peter still cried. He cried well into the morning over the life he couldn’t save until he passed out in Wade’s arms.

Everyday, bad people who do terrible things, get away scott free.

Everyday, someone innocent is failed by a flawed system that allows that person who victimized them walk out and about in broad daylight.

Before you, I thought there was only one way to fix this. I thought that my easy answer was the only way that these bastards got what they deserved, but it never seemed like enough. Everytime I handed one to the cops, three more just like him needed to be caught, only for the bastard to break out and need to be caught again on top of all that!

I know now that there are no easy answers. I’ve tried it my way, and it didn’t seem to be doing a whole hell of a lot in the grander scope of things.